The hum of the server was the only thing louder than Jax’s heartbeat. On his second monitor, the script window glowed with a toxic green text:
The game world stuttered. Suddenly, the "Innocent" players weren't just avatars; they were surrounded by bright ESP boxes, visible through every wall on the map. The "Auto-Farm" toggle flickered. Jax watched as his character began to move with robotic, frame-perfect precision, vacuuming up coins across the lobby before the round even started.
He wasn't a great player—he was clumsy with the knife and even worse with a revolver—but with this, he was a god. He clicked "Inject."
Jax reached for the power button, but his mouse moved on its own, clicking the button. The webcam light turned a steady, predatory red.
"Found the Murderer," a text box popped up on his HUD. A red skeleton outline appeared in the basement. It was Sl0th_King .